From Agnes of Iowa by Lorrie Moore
Now he beamed at her with such relief that she knew she had for once said the right thing. It filled her with afffection for him. Perahps, she thought, that was where affection began: an unlikely phrase, in a moment of someone’s having unexpectedly but at last said the right thing.
From The Moviegoer by Walker Percy
There is only one thing he can do: listen to people, see how they stick themselves into the world, hand them along always in their dark journey and be handed along, and for good and selfish reasons.
From My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’
From David Foster Wallace’s commencement speech:
There are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving… The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing